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RECREA TION. 



FOURTEEN THOUSAND FOUR HUNDRED AND FORTY-FOUR FEET ABOVE THE SEA. 



rose, and by its pale light we trudged 

 wearily over the hard, uneven surface. 

 At 10.30 p. m., after many tumbles, we 

 reached Camp of the Clouds. 



One day's rest and we bade good-bye 

 to Paradise Park, returning to Long- 

 mire's, over the lower part of the Nes- 

 qually glacier. 



The study, at close quarters, of the 

 glacial phenomena was extremely inter- 

 esting. The morainal debris at many 

 places was strewn deeply over the surface. 

 The usual phenomena of ice cracks, 

 tunnels, moulins and surface streams 

 was everywhere. 



At the terminus the debris almost 



entirely hid the ice, and was pitched 

 down over the ice front into confused 

 heaps. 



Out from the glacier, flowing from a 

 cavernous ice tunnel, came the Nesqually 

 river, with great rush and roar. The 

 rocks and boulders, moving in the stream, 

 impelled by the mighty current, kept up 

 a continuous, hollow sound. The torrent 

 was so swift that no man could retain a 

 footing in it for an instant. The sense 

 of its great power and destructive force 

 was deeply impressed upon us, and a 

 study of this awful scene was a fitting 

 termination of a climb to the grandest 

 peak in the United States. 



